Life is like a race...

Three! Two! One! Go!

After the whistle blew, I was being shoved into the crowd, running with a bunch of unfamiliar people in lane 8. There was barely few recognisable faces in this lane. I felt so alone...

The pace was good, steady, instead, I felt that it was too slow for me, I was far ahead of the group. Deep down in my heart I knew that lane 8 was not suitable for me...

Without warning, I shoved into lane 4. As I looked up, my lane empty. I could not see anybody in front of me. Soon I realised that I was 2 weeks behind time. The steady and slow pace of lane 8 was gone, I found myself sprinting...

The road ahead seem endless, but I told myself this was the race I wanted. I ran hard, hoping that I could catch up for the lost time, soon, I found myself panting...

Slowly but gradually, I caught sight of the group ahead of me, and in the crowd, there were many familar faces... I heaved I sigh of relief... "Finally" I told myself... It is all gonna be over soon, little did I expect what was to come...

I knew I was already panting very heavily, trying to close up the gap between us. My lungs were about to burst, but I kept on running... Finally, I caught up with the group. I felt so elated for myself.

"I did it!"

Without warning, lash 34 flew towards me and knocked me down. Slowly, I watch the group leave me behind once again... This time round, I was already too tired to run anymore...

Just when I thought I succeeded, I was back to square one. All the positive thoughts in my mind has turned into desperation...

I am tired, weak, carrying a bag way too heavy for myself with a stick dragging me down even more. My legs can hardly move now.

Sad to say, some people are even mocking me at my back, hoping that I will fall back to lane 8 but I would'nt give up, not just yet...

Sometimes, I thought of giving up and returning to lane 8 but I know if I were to return back to lane 8, my coach will change me to another race. I would'nt be able to stay in this race anymore... All the familar faces will be gone...

I don't want to release my stick so the only way now is for me to continue running, even faster, even harder.

Mentally and physically I was tired. Weights are piling onto my shoulders. Futhermore, my stick is causing me to be more tired than I'm already am..

Should I give up on this race? Was'nt this what I wanted?

Is this race too fast and too tough for me to handle? or should I just move on and forget bout everything?

I'm in a race where I cannot see the finishing line... YET.